Tuesday, October 28, 2008

“Don’t limit a child to your own learning For he was born in another time” – Tagore

A torrent of desire, warm as coal on fire,like blood, ablaze, flowing through,only the red silhouette on the black night.Silent, but not still, finding its niche but not settling,being forced to flow,flow past its place and into the mighty blue,wherein it may finally find solace,if not as what it wanted,yet, as what it knew it would be,devoid of power and grace,dull, insipid,an obituary to its existence.

“It is good to have an end to a Journey, but it is the journey that matters in the end” -Ursula LeGuin

About Me

Groping in the dark,
a quiver in the night,
Walking impercipient,
Living life despite,
Drawing strangers near,
only for sorrows sake,
break a heart or two,
burning at the stake.
Welcome to a rubicon,
one you cannot pass,
when you are here,
You lived...then died..Alas!